Bandokay - Tower Hill Freestyle lyrics
[Bandokay - Tower Hill Freestyle lyrics]
Bando (Baow) brrt, brrt, bwoy dead
O way or no way (Grrt, bang)
Yo, Jamskull, they're here
O's up or get soaked up (You know the vibes)
Free Slim (Gang, gang)
Free the fuckin' O (Baow, baow)
Listen, yo, yo
Eleven shots up out the glizz'
My nigga peppers dons (Glizzy)
You know I got it if you
See me with my leathers on (I got it)
And we don't care about the
Time or the weather, don
(Nah) we get the drop
We're turnin' up to do you steppers wrong
(Listen)
Fans asking if I'm beefin' with Russ
Bands ain't beefin' with Russ
I let my killers hit your pathway
(Baow, baow)
I can never have beef on the internet (Why?)
I'ma bad boy, I got beef up on Park Lane
(NPK)
I ain't really got beef with the 9iners
They're tired
I'd rather go pattern some next beef
(Listen) my nigga chef Sneakz
Free him up so he can wet Reepz (Haha)
If she's over there won't
Let the sket leave (Dumb hoe)
'Cause if you're chillin' with the paigons
(Woo)
Then we're gonna make your life a mayhem
(Woo)
Gun powder, that's my fragrance (Woo, woo)
Another opp gotta rest in peace
And if I buck you one on one
You think I'll let you leave? (Never)
I guarantee I soak you up and
Leave you next to trees (Ying)
My niggas next to me and
We ain't doing ecstasy (Bun dat)
We get the drop and do a drill
That's how it's meant to be (Bang)
Long live bro, all for you bodies garn drop
(Baow) the opps ain't safe even when
They get their car washed (Stab tyres)
I need a milli, label said I'm not far off
(Ayy, ayy)
The A&R's on my back cah I'm a star boss
(Bando)
And forty bags on my neck, I'm only twenty
Bro my killy's locked
Still hear me on his stereo (Free him up)
They say I always pop O's like a Cheerio
They got my name in their mouth
I'm like "Here we go" (Oi)
I'm back and fourth in the booth
Call it booth-trappin' (Ayy)
Spoke on my nigga's name
He done two slappins (Baow)
And you ain't never seen a
Glizz' with a laser (Never)
My little bro gripped that and
Had shoot at him they aiming for legs
We ain't giving no leggies out
(Leggies out) hit his headie now (Baow)
Gunman will step for the kid
And they ready now (Ready now)
Anyting can pop off, if so
Get your readies out (Ayy)
Up the 44 and cause nothin' but fatal damage
(Baow) they want war with the G's
You think they will manage? (Never)
This seventeen holds a lot in the clip, bro
(Woi, woi) we pull up to a function
At least eight will have it
Bro's white Airs were lookin'
Like red Forces they're hearin' it wrong
Fuck your dead sources
I'm making money now
I need a stead' mortgage (Buy a yard)
So I can live life and buy some red Porches
And why you preein' in the dance
If you haven't got it? (Haven't got it)
It's gettin' people hurt
You fellas gotta stop it (For true though)
We dance with bare Ramey's
And a couple rockets (Baow)
I know the party's nice
But we gotta lock it (Bands)
Oi, oi brrt, haha
Head back season
Protect your head back (Bando)
Free the fuckin' O
Talkin' 'bout this and that
Listen, gunshot
O way or no way (Grrt, bang)
Yo, Jamskull, they're here
O's up or get soaked up (You know the vibes)
Free Slim (Gang, gang)
Free the fuckin' O (Baow, baow)
Listen, yo, yo
Eleven shots up out the glizz'
My nigga peppers dons (Glizzy)
You know I got it if you
See me with my leathers on (I got it)
And we don't care about the
Time or the weather, don
(Nah) we get the drop
We're turnin' up to do you steppers wrong
(Listen)
Fans asking if I'm beefin' with Russ
Bands ain't beefin' with Russ
I let my killers hit your pathway
(Baow, baow)
I can never have beef on the internet (Why?)
I'ma bad boy, I got beef up on Park Lane
(NPK)
I ain't really got beef with the 9iners
They're tired
I'd rather go pattern some next beef
(Listen) my nigga chef Sneakz
Free him up so he can wet Reepz (Haha)
If she's over there won't
Let the sket leave (Dumb hoe)
'Cause if you're chillin' with the paigons
(Woo)
Then we're gonna make your life a mayhem
(Woo)
Gun powder, that's my fragrance (Woo, woo)
Another opp gotta rest in peace
And if I buck you one on one
You think I'll let you leave? (Never)
I guarantee I soak you up and
Leave you next to trees (Ying)
My niggas next to me and
We ain't doing ecstasy (Bun dat)
We get the drop and do a drill
That's how it's meant to be (Bang)
Long live bro, all for you bodies garn drop
(Baow) the opps ain't safe even when
They get their car washed (Stab tyres)
I need a milli, label said I'm not far off
(Ayy, ayy)
The A&R's on my back cah I'm a star boss
(Bando)
And forty bags on my neck, I'm only twenty
Bro my killy's locked
Still hear me on his stereo (Free him up)
They say I always pop O's like a Cheerio
They got my name in their mouth
I'm like "Here we go" (Oi)
I'm back and fourth in the booth
Call it booth-trappin' (Ayy)
Spoke on my nigga's name
He done two slappins (Baow)
And you ain't never seen a
Glizz' with a laser (Never)
My little bro gripped that and
Had shoot at him they aiming for legs
We ain't giving no leggies out
(Leggies out) hit his headie now (Baow)
Gunman will step for the kid
And they ready now (Ready now)
Anyting can pop off, if so
Get your readies out (Ayy)
Up the 44 and cause nothin' but fatal damage
(Baow) they want war with the G's
You think they will manage? (Never)
This seventeen holds a lot in the clip, bro
(Woi, woi) we pull up to a function
At least eight will have it
Bro's white Airs were lookin'
Like red Forces they're hearin' it wrong
Fuck your dead sources
I'm making money now
I need a stead' mortgage (Buy a yard)
So I can live life and buy some red Porches
And why you preein' in the dance
If you haven't got it? (Haven't got it)
It's gettin' people hurt
You fellas gotta stop it (For true though)
We dance with bare Ramey's
And a couple rockets (Baow)
I know the party's nice
But we gotta lock it (Bands)
Oi, oi brrt, haha
Head back season
Protect your head back (Bando)
Free the fuckin' O
Talkin' 'bout this and that
Listen, gunshot